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“What’s happening?” she asked. “Is he happy? He looked happy. Does this mean I can stay with you tonight?”

Graham stood from his chair and knelt in front of Mariah. “It means, little one, that you can stay tonight and every night, for as long as you want. Personally, I’m hoping that will be forever.” Inhaling deeply, he took her hand. “Mariah, it’s only been a short time, but when I let myself, I fell hard and fast for you, my dear little sousie. And I know now that I don’t want to be without you any longer than I have to. I am your Daddy and you are my little girl. And I want to keep it that way forever. So, Mariah, I’m down on one knee, taking the ultimate gamble on love, and asking you to marry me.”

Mariah’s jaw dropped in shock, her eyes growing to the size of saucers. “You are?” she cried. “Oh my goodness!” She jumped to her feet.

Not sure what she was thinking, Graham cleared his throat. “It doesn’t have to be soon,” he clarified. “I’m not trying to rush you. I’m just… doing what feels right.”

Before he could finish, Mariah had jumped into his arms, wrapping herself around him. “Oh yes, yes yes! Yes, I’ll marry you. And I don’t want to wait. I want to marry you as soon as possible. Maybe even next week!”

“You will? You do?” Graham didn’t know what he had been expecting exactly, but it wasn’t that. His heart swelled with happiness as he looked into her eyes.

“Yes!” Mariah exclaimed. Then, with her voice lowered to a whisper, she leaned in, until their lips were almost touching. “Silly Daddy. This is Las Vegas. Haven’t you heard? The house always wins.”

Then she pressed her lips against his and they sealed it with a kiss.

Epilogue

Three weeks later

Graham

“I now pronounce you man and wife.” Standing in front of them, Pastor Ryan chuckled before continuing, “In the eyes of the law and the state of Nevada,” he amended. “But since we are here at Utopia, I now pronounce you Little and Daddy. Legally, officially, and forever! You may now kiss your Little wife!”

Wasting no time, Graham took Mariah in his arms and dipped her low, kissing her deeply.

Cheers broke out from the first several rows of pews where Baze, Luna, and the rest of their friends were sitting with Graham’s brother, Pierce.

Their wedding was small and simple, no fuss or fanfare, and instead of a reception after the ceremony, they’d elected to have a catered dinner before they exchanged their vows. They hadn’t cut out all the frills though. Mariah wore a white lacy dress, he wore a three-piece suit, and together they’d baked a beautiful three-tier wedding cake for their friends to enjoy while they were off busy with other things. They’d had Earl do the decorating. As it turned out, Earl was a very skilled pastry chef.

When Graham finally let Mariah up, she was breathless and panting, her eyes glazed with lust. He could tell she was thinking the same thing as him.

“Race you upstairs?” he whispered.

Her eyes glassy, Mariah licked her lips and shook her head. “Let’s go together!” she cried, grabbing his hand and taking off in a sprint.

To a cacophony of raucous cheers and suggestive whistles, they raced down the aisle, out the chapel doors, through the casino and to the elevators. As soon as the elevator doors opened on their floor, they raced again, not stopping until they were in front of the door to their suite and he was digging in his pocket for the key card. When he had it in hand, he unlocked the door, gave it a slight push, and before Mariah could argue, scooped her into his arms to carry her over the threshold.

He hadn’t taken two steps before her lips were on his, her fingers tugging at his tie. Grabbing her hand he stilled it. “Stop. I’ve waited long enough for this. We’re going to do it right.”

His low commanding tone begged obedience and Mariah stopped instantly. Her eyes unclouded and her gaze met his. “Yes, Daddy. But… how do we do it… right?”

“First, I’m going to set you down on the bed and take off your shoes and then your pantyhose.” As he spoke, he did exactly that, carrying her into the bedroom and savoring each step. He’d undressed her before, of course, but this time was different. This time he wasn’t focused on caretaking and avoiding arousal. This time, arousal was the whole point.

“Stand up,” he told her, standing himself, and offering his hand. She did as she was told.

“Turn around,” he directed. His voice was already strained with lust, and the slacks of his suit were tented with his erection as he slowly unzipped her strapless gown, letting it fall to a puddle at her feet, until she was standing in nothing but a strapless bra and a white satin bedazzled diaper cover.

He helped her step out of the dress, before unhooking her bra and skimming the diaper cover over her bottom and hips and down her legs, leaving him only one final barrier.

Pulling her close, he hooked a finger in the leg hole of her diaper and grazed her pussy lips with his finger. “This diaper needs to go. Are you wet?”

Shyly, Mariah shook her head. “No, Daddy.”

That was all he needed to hear. Releasing the tabs, he flung the diaper aside and pushed her down on the bed, gently covering her body with his own. He wanted her so badly, but he knew he needed to be gentle, go slow and make her first time special.

She whimpered beneath him. “Daddy, I’m naked and you’re fully clothed. It doesn’t seem fair.”

“You’re right. Let’s fix that.” He quickly tossed his jacket and unbuttoned his dress shirt with her watching his every move, her eyes wide with excitement. When his shirt was off, he moved to his belt, swaying his hips with a wink while he worked the buckle with ease. He fell onto the bed beside her as he wiggled the fabric of his slacks over his hips until he wore nothing but his silky boxer briefs.